Today Jessica and I went to see the Papermill show "Honeymoon in Vegas" starring Tony Danza. This is a new play based on the movie "Honeymoon in Vegas" starring James Caan, Sarah Jessica Parker, and Nicholas Cage. The show was cute and okay but not great. I thought it was very old fashioned and needs a lot of work before it can go to Broadway. Our seats okay but not great. They were not my usual subscription seats because we exchanged our tickets because Michele was uncomfortable waiting to see the play on our regular date. Since we usually see the last show of the series, if Scott's wife in California had her baby late and Michele had to be there for the bris, we wouldn't be able to exchange our tickets for later.
When I picked Jessica up she seemed to be in a mood (only tired she claimed) because she felt that I was asking too much to make the kids rotate checking in on me. She felt it would be more reasonable for me to send a group text to the three of them once I am home for the evening. Something to the effect of "I am safely home - have a good evening!". She said that if they didn't get a text they would know that something was wrong. This works for me, I guess -- just wish that Jessica was a little less harsh when she told me to do this. Why does she always seem so angry with me? Is it just my paranoia?
Jessica says that I need to talk to my therapist about being uncomfortable at home alone and being afraid that I may fall and no one would even know about it. Is that such a crazy fear? She also suggested that I made want to get one of those "I've fallen and I can't get up" alerts to wear around my neck. This I am NOT crazy about. And lord knows what the cost of the equipment and monitoring costs.
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